I woke up at six this morning and instantly panicked, as we’re supposed to be at work for 6am. Then I remembered that she’s having a day off. It’s just a shame my body clock didn’t remember.
The plan was to go away for the weekend, but Julia came home from work with a stinking cold on Friday, which put paid to that. Despite a regular supply of hot lemon she’s sitting in a corner of the living room coughing, sneezing and sniffing.
It’s the constant sniffing that’s most irritating.
However, part of the deal when we got married was “for better for worse” so I don’t really have any option. At least when I was in and out of hospital earlier this year I (mainly) suffered in silence and didn’t interfere with her TV viewing.
As part of our 30th wedding anniversary celebrations I’m thinking we should renew our vows. This time I think we should include “obey”, which was somehow omitted from the last lot, and give some serious thought to the “worse”.